Page 66 of The Mistake

I was going to let her have just one orgasm, but now that I’ve gotten a taste for herpussy, I can’t stop, and I want more. Sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth, I hold her down, and this time, I wait for her to be ready for a second orgasm. Working her body, learning what she likes and what she doesn’t, making sure it feels perfect, and then, I take her over the edge into that second orgasm. It took a little longer for the second, but as she reaches it, I fucking revel in it.

For what is about tocome next, this is going to be painful. Charlotte is a virgin. She’s never felt a man’s cock. She will only ever feel mine.

I’d never been a possessive man. Not when it came to a woman, but Charlotte had broken down all my walls, and now I didn’t want anyone else. No one else would ever touch her. She belonged to me. I claimed her as my own. She was mine. All mine.

Moving between her spread legs, I stared into her pleasure-hazed eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” I said.

“No. I want this.” Her hands went to my waist. “Please.”

My wife didn’t beg.

Reaching between us, I moved my cock to the lips of her sex, and slowly slid through. She was soaking wet. Her orgasms had made her completely slick. I only hoped her arousal eased my path.

Once my dick was coated inher release, I pressed the tip to her cunt. I could go slow, prolong the experience, but that to me, seemed cruel. Slamming all the way inside her, I tore through the thin flesh of her virginity. Charlotte cried out. It was a sound I would never get out of my head. The pain of it. I hated it.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. She was all mine now. There was no letting go. No giving back.

I press kisses against her forehead, not wanting her to feel any pain, and hating that I’d been the one to cause it. I hated myself. But she was mine. Time passed, and Iwaited.

Charlotte was the one to make the first move. She began to thrust against me.Letting her go, I stare down at her. Tears trailed out of her eyes, and I hated that I’d been the one to cause them. Taking hold of her hands, I locked our fingers together, and slowly I began to pull out of her, making love to her.

Sliding in andout, taking my time. I watch her eyes, waiting to see if she’s in any kind of pain. There is none that I see. She released a gasp and I pause.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.

“You’re not. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Taking her pussy, I drive inside her, feeling my own orgasm start to build. Her pussy is incredibly tight and I just can’t hold back. I don’t want to. A woman’s first time was meant to be the best of her life, which always made me wonder how the fuck that was. They always felt pain. It was freaking new.

Charlotte’s first time wasn’t the best one, but I knew every single time after that would be better than before.

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The Butcher

The carnage beforeme is pretty. I like it.

The men are all dead—all seven of them—but then, they deserved it. Taking girls off the street, raping them, posting videos of them on the internet. They were all sick fucks. The cops ignored the complaints. They ignored one man’s pleas, but I didn’t.

I hated men who abused women. I hated copswho were dirty.

Clapping echoed around the silent room and I smiled.

“Ivan Volkov,” I said. I should have known he’d turn up. He’d been trying to reach me for a couple of weeks, but I hadn’t been taking his calls. I didn’t work for the Bratva, nor did I work for anyone else.

Turning around, I seethat Ivan sat in the only vacant chair. He wasn’t there when I first arrived. I always make sure to clock my surroundings. Ivan is a dangerous man. To many, he’s scary, but he’s safe from me. I have no desire to kill him. Even though he was ruthless man with a scary reputation, he was also fair. He didn’t abuse his power. If he did, I’d have to deal with him.

“You’re a hard person to track down,”he said.

“What do you want?” I didn’t work for Ivan Volkov, but that didn’t mean I didn’t do work for him from time to time. I’d done so in the past.His past was an interesting one, but it certainly hadn’t defined the man he’d become. Or had it?

“I have a business proposition for you.”

“I’m not interested.”

Ivan chuckled. “You haven’t heard what I want.”

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